Sardine Can
stuffed tight
spine pushed between my tits
soles of my feet
against the tinny cold metal
swimming in oil
my skin has never looked better
why did I ever spend so much
money on Korean beauty products?
there’s someone beside me
strands of coarse hair stuck
deep in my throat
so I can’t yell for attention
only our eyes can dart around
our sardine can home
cracked open for a quick snack
do you want both of us
intact or smushed beneath four tines?
without her now I feel cold
washed out and up
revert to self-embrace
rejected fishwife
i now wait for a desperate cat
to paw at my slick self